Dimension(s) 3/?
Title: Dimension(s)
Chapter: 3/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: Self-hurt.
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have split personality disorder. What happens when parts of themselves hate and love one of the other, when the main individuals themselves are not aware of their other identities?
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
The days which followed were no better. His lunches were so frequently destroyed that Yuu grew accustomed to a growling stomach which annoyed any teacher in charge of the period it chose to sound. It didn’t take long for Yuu’s hopes and naivety to be crushed and shattered.
For whenever it happened, the same cycle took place: Mutterings grew louder and louder and crash to zero decibels when Yuu raises his head after the fat boy was done.
As if having his stomach ache due to hunger wasn’t enough, now Yuu had to endure 6 hours and return home with his belly hurting for another reason. The reason which led to eventual bruises and even bleedings on certain days.
Yuu would smile to his mother when she asked him how school was. Then he would return to the confines of his room and hunch into a ball at the corner next to his wardrobe. The shadow casted by the setting sun and tall figure of the furniture provided a slight comfort to the child who hid within it, silently crying his heart out. He would grow stronger, he told himself, he would grow stronger and fend for himself, he resolved.
Yet with each passing day, that determination crumbled.
Soon Yuu thought that it was about time to give up, to give in, and live out his days in middle school by each passing hour, until a miracle happened.
“Shut up you lump of lard! I hate you and your lies! Go away!” A short-haired girl screamed, as she threw an unzipped pencil case at the bully, its many stationery tumbling out in its wake. The boy sneered and walked off with his entourage of sidekicks following him. Similarly, humming in the classroom was triggered again, this time with the girl as the main character. Watching how his classmates buzzed among themselves whilst sneaking furtive glances at their fellow classmate, Yuu couldn’t stand it. He abruptly stood up and walked over to the girl, not caring that silence had suddenly taken over the classroom.
Despite the numerous pairs of eyes which clung on to him as he made his way to her, Yuu carried on. Upon reaching her desk, he asked, "Are you okay?" to which his classmate shook her head and sobbed. "Hey chin up, there's no need to be so upset. If it makes you feel better, you can compare yourself to me." Yuu said and smiled, the first genuine one since he stepped into this horrid school. The girl giggled a little and nodded, "It's just that I'll be alone for lunch..." she steered her gaze to the side, and Yuu followed suit. Both of them were isolated from everyone else, separated by a wide berth of bare cemented floor. Yuu was the first one to break the silence, "It's alright. I'll eat with you if you're okay with it." The short-haired girl grinned, and for the very first time that semester, Yuu not only had his first lunch, but also a new friend.
After the second school bell rang signaling the end of the tiresome 6 hours of school, Yuu bade goodbye to the girl and started to make his way out, only to be called back by her. She wanted a companion to go home with, and both of them realised that they lived on the same street. The two friends skipped out of school and into the neighbourhood ice-cream stand where they both bought a cone each.
"I really hate Satou! He's a mean ugly fat pig!" his classmate suddenly exclaimed, raising her ice-cream cone into the air. "Don't you hate him too Yuu? Given the way he treats you and all. I bet you must hate him to the guts!"
Yuu scratched the back of his head, it was no lie that he DID hate the fat bully... "Well I guess... No one likes being treated that way. If anyone else were in yours or my shoes, I think they’d react the same way too."
"That's right! I hate him so much I really want to give him a big tight slap! He pisses me off! You are so tolerant Yuu-kun! I wish I could be more like you." the girl said as she grinned up at him.
Yuu blushed. No one had ever said they wanted to be like him before. Who would aspire to be the class's punching bag? Yet when he replayed what his newfound friend said, he felt a warm glow in his chest.
The next morning, Yuu woke up earlier than his alarm clock and was off to school 15 minutes before his usual timing. He ran to school and dashed up the flights of stairs to the classroom panting. His eyes lit up when he spotted the short-haired girl at the far end of the classroom and was just about to go to her when he stumbled backwards, air knocked out of his lungs. Yuu shook his head at the concussion, lifting one hand to his forehead to steady his vision. Despite the blurriness, he could make out the familiar tormenting figure.
"So you hate me eh? Anyone in your position would hate me too eh?" A blow was delivered to his stomach. "So you think so? Well I'm telling you now to think before you speak fag." A round of stomping on his back, Yuu choked, something metallic now flooded his taste buds - blood. His lip stung as the open wound scraped against the grainy surface of the ground. Through his swollen eye he could see his crisp white uniform turn grey; he would need to rush home to wash them before his mother came home again. He could also see his friend turning away and averting her eye contact; he had lost a friend. The final thing his eyes saw before he blacked out was Satou and his hooligans swaggering towards her laughing, and her joining in with them; he had been betrayed.
Uruha woke up in the infirmary; white curtains surrounded him, shrouding him in semi-darkness. He looked around his surroundings, shadows of whatever's behind the veil casted on the curtains. There was an empty chair where the school nurse should be. To his left was a jug of water, a glass cup and a used surgical blade, probably carelessly left behind while cleaning up. Uruha winced as he dragged himself up against the headboard. An acute pain stabbed him in the guts. He lifted his uniform and saw a line of stitches below his ribs. Right there and then the recollection of what happened in the previous period came back to him and Uruha cried. Not because of the pain, not because of the scar that would come after, but because he was a useless wimp with no courage. Pain was only exterior and material. While he was in agony, he couldn't think or remember the humiliation. Pain helped to take his mind off such matters which broke his pride. The blade on the table shined, sunlight reflecting off its partial bloodied surface. Uruha saw his hand moving closer to it, his fingers closing the distance between it and the handle, and brought it to his other wrist. Slowly and firmly, the blade was dragged downwards, creating a stark red line contrasting his pale skin. It stung, jolts of pain shot up his nerves and Uruha closed his eyes, relieving the oddly soothing sensation. It felt good and comforting, leading him to make another incision barely half a centimeter away from the first one. On and on he went, until all the light in the room closed in on him once more.
When Yuu woke up panting in his bedroom, he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping off cold sweat. A glass of water and thermometer on his bedside table told him that he was running a fever. He lifted his other hand to wipe off the remaining sweat but the entire limb ached the moment he did so. Leaning backwards on the bed and slowly sitting upright on his pillow, Yuu brought his arm under the moonlight and closer to his eyes, only to see it swathed in thick bandage. Feeling his swollen eye and running his tongue over his split lip, Yuu sighed. As his other hand felt the outline of something which resembled fish bones beneath his thin shirt, Yuu flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. The bastards must have broken his arm and ribs or did something of that nature to render it in its current state. Those bastards...
A/N: I actually completed this soon after I uploaded the previous chapter ._. But I've been too busy/lazy to post it up. Was in two minds whether to split this chapter up into 2 cos it's too long for my liking :/
Chapter: 3/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: Self-hurt.
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have split personality disorder. What happens when parts of themselves hate and love one of the other, when the main individuals themselves are not aware of their other identities?
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
The days which followed were no better. His lunches were so frequently destroyed that Yuu grew accustomed to a growling stomach which annoyed any teacher in charge of the period it chose to sound. It didn’t take long for Yuu’s hopes and naivety to be crushed and shattered.
For whenever it happened, the same cycle took place: Mutterings grew louder and louder and crash to zero decibels when Yuu raises his head after the fat boy was done.
As if having his stomach ache due to hunger wasn’t enough, now Yuu had to endure 6 hours and return home with his belly hurting for another reason. The reason which led to eventual bruises and even bleedings on certain days.
Yuu would smile to his mother when she asked him how school was. Then he would return to the confines of his room and hunch into a ball at the corner next to his wardrobe. The shadow casted by the setting sun and tall figure of the furniture provided a slight comfort to the child who hid within it, silently crying his heart out. He would grow stronger, he told himself, he would grow stronger and fend for himself, he resolved.
Yet with each passing day, that determination crumbled.
Soon Yuu thought that it was about time to give up, to give in, and live out his days in middle school by each passing hour, until a miracle happened.
“Shut up you lump of lard! I hate you and your lies! Go away!” A short-haired girl screamed, as she threw an unzipped pencil case at the bully, its many stationery tumbling out in its wake. The boy sneered and walked off with his entourage of sidekicks following him. Similarly, humming in the classroom was triggered again, this time with the girl as the main character. Watching how his classmates buzzed among themselves whilst sneaking furtive glances at their fellow classmate, Yuu couldn’t stand it. He abruptly stood up and walked over to the girl, not caring that silence had suddenly taken over the classroom.
Despite the numerous pairs of eyes which clung on to him as he made his way to her, Yuu carried on. Upon reaching her desk, he asked, "Are you okay?" to which his classmate shook her head and sobbed. "Hey chin up, there's no need to be so upset. If it makes you feel better, you can compare yourself to me." Yuu said and smiled, the first genuine one since he stepped into this horrid school. The girl giggled a little and nodded, "It's just that I'll be alone for lunch..." she steered her gaze to the side, and Yuu followed suit. Both of them were isolated from everyone else, separated by a wide berth of bare cemented floor. Yuu was the first one to break the silence, "It's alright. I'll eat with you if you're okay with it." The short-haired girl grinned, and for the very first time that semester, Yuu not only had his first lunch, but also a new friend.
After the second school bell rang signaling the end of the tiresome 6 hours of school, Yuu bade goodbye to the girl and started to make his way out, only to be called back by her. She wanted a companion to go home with, and both of them realised that they lived on the same street. The two friends skipped out of school and into the neighbourhood ice-cream stand where they both bought a cone each.
"I really hate Satou! He's a mean ugly fat pig!" his classmate suddenly exclaimed, raising her ice-cream cone into the air. "Don't you hate him too Yuu? Given the way he treats you and all. I bet you must hate him to the guts!"
Yuu scratched the back of his head, it was no lie that he DID hate the fat bully... "Well I guess... No one likes being treated that way. If anyone else were in yours or my shoes, I think they’d react the same way too."
"That's right! I hate him so much I really want to give him a big tight slap! He pisses me off! You are so tolerant Yuu-kun! I wish I could be more like you." the girl said as she grinned up at him.
Yuu blushed. No one had ever said they wanted to be like him before. Who would aspire to be the class's punching bag? Yet when he replayed what his newfound friend said, he felt a warm glow in his chest.
The next morning, Yuu woke up earlier than his alarm clock and was off to school 15 minutes before his usual timing. He ran to school and dashed up the flights of stairs to the classroom panting. His eyes lit up when he spotted the short-haired girl at the far end of the classroom and was just about to go to her when he stumbled backwards, air knocked out of his lungs. Yuu shook his head at the concussion, lifting one hand to his forehead to steady his vision. Despite the blurriness, he could make out the familiar tormenting figure.
"So you hate me eh? Anyone in your position would hate me too eh?" A blow was delivered to his stomach. "So you think so? Well I'm telling you now to think before you speak fag." A round of stomping on his back, Yuu choked, something metallic now flooded his taste buds - blood. His lip stung as the open wound scraped against the grainy surface of the ground. Through his swollen eye he could see his crisp white uniform turn grey; he would need to rush home to wash them before his mother came home again. He could also see his friend turning away and averting her eye contact; he had lost a friend. The final thing his eyes saw before he blacked out was Satou and his hooligans swaggering towards her laughing, and her joining in with them; he had been betrayed.
Uruha woke up in the infirmary; white curtains surrounded him, shrouding him in semi-darkness. He looked around his surroundings, shadows of whatever's behind the veil casted on the curtains. There was an empty chair where the school nurse should be. To his left was a jug of water, a glass cup and a used surgical blade, probably carelessly left behind while cleaning up. Uruha winced as he dragged himself up against the headboard. An acute pain stabbed him in the guts. He lifted his uniform and saw a line of stitches below his ribs. Right there and then the recollection of what happened in the previous period came back to him and Uruha cried. Not because of the pain, not because of the scar that would come after, but because he was a useless wimp with no courage. Pain was only exterior and material. While he was in agony, he couldn't think or remember the humiliation. Pain helped to take his mind off such matters which broke his pride. The blade on the table shined, sunlight reflecting off its partial bloodied surface. Uruha saw his hand moving closer to it, his fingers closing the distance between it and the handle, and brought it to his other wrist. Slowly and firmly, the blade was dragged downwards, creating a stark red line contrasting his pale skin. It stung, jolts of pain shot up his nerves and Uruha closed his eyes, relieving the oddly soothing sensation. It felt good and comforting, leading him to make another incision barely half a centimeter away from the first one. On and on he went, until all the light in the room closed in on him once more.
When Yuu woke up panting in his bedroom, he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping off cold sweat. A glass of water and thermometer on his bedside table told him that he was running a fever. He lifted his other hand to wipe off the remaining sweat but the entire limb ached the moment he did so. Leaning backwards on the bed and slowly sitting upright on his pillow, Yuu brought his arm under the moonlight and closer to his eyes, only to see it swathed in thick bandage. Feeling his swollen eye and running his tongue over his split lip, Yuu sighed. As his other hand felt the outline of something which resembled fish bones beneath his thin shirt, Yuu flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. The bastards must have broken his arm and ribs or did something of that nature to render it in its current state. Those bastards...
A/N: I actually completed this soon after I uploaded the previous chapter ._. But I've been too busy/lazy to post it up. Was in two minds whether to split this chapter up into 2 cos it's too long for my liking :/